Muddy Mess

Ah-ah
I said ah-ah
Bubba K baby
Who I got in here with me?
Demun Jones
DJ K.O
One more time who am I?
Bubba K
We getting
Money, money, money
Yeah

OG's
OG's

Tripple like the x's in my name
(Where ya from?) GA
I pull up looking like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothing less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talking muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money

I went to London and they told me I'm a bloody mess
I told 'em wait 'til you see the other fella, what a mess
Saw the way that fabric fit I said "What a dress"
She asked me if I would visit it with her, I said "What address?"
I'm a mess, yeah the muddy
Since 2001 I run amuck amongst the uglies
I don't know what it is that makes me never ever give my truck a rinse
I keep it filthy as the government
And they loving, loving, loving it
Standing on the banks, she finna bust and now she's bussing it
This something worth discussion? Well that just depends
Seldom ends where the love begins
I'd prolly pull up in a muddy Benz
Told a city slick we should just be friends
Then I handed her to scram 'cause she was a ten
Call my brother Demun we back in the mud again

I pull up looking like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothing less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess (Muddy mess)
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talking muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money

I pull up looking like a muddy mess
Straw hat, wearing boots, that's my Sunday best
Full speed, hammer down, 'bout to give 'em heck
Hand jack truck kicking mud up above the rest
Crawled up out the sticks, Jones County redneck
Caught a couple critters bare hand without a net
Spent the money, here's to cashing the bigger checks
Kind of dude you're gonna get, tyrannosaurus rex
Me and Bub 'bout to blow it up
And I ain't talking tannerite for fun, more like mega tons
Best be talking right, that's where we're from
The Peach State son, I'm betting we got plenty guns
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy
I'ma keep it def a hundred and fifty percent country
Keep it jacked up, truck beats bumping
Bouncing up and down across the muddy south
I'm a muddy mess

I pull up looking like a muddy mess
They ask me "Am I from the country?" Yes
I put in work, baby, nothing less
I'm God blessed to be a muddy mess
Such a mess, I'm a muddy mess
The more they talk, they talking muddy less
I overdo it but I'm under dressed
Money, money, money
(I used to be ugly)
Money, money, money